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“Thou art wise to give me a taste of both.”

I bless thee for tempering every distress with joy;
too much of the former might weigh me down, too much of the latter might puff me up;

Thou art wise to give me a taste of both.

I love thee
for giving me clusters of grapes
in the wilderness,
and drops of heavenly wine
that set me longing to have my fill.
Apart from thee I quickly die,
bereft of thee I starve,
far from thee I thirst and droop;
But thou art all I need.
Let me continually grasp the promise,
‘I will never leave thee nor forsake thee.’